Hockey, until

"...Joseph rolls in on Saturday, I got back last night, we'd love fish and time to chat and hockey is a beautiful game...

...played by boys vicariously for old men who still play on the frozen ponds and rinks and feel the cold in their toes and recall they are STILL ALIVE and think to themselves if they'd only kept with the game what could have been....so they pass it to their boys who show the talent but they aren't fast enough and don't keep their heads up when they skate and their stickhandling could be BETTER but they can't afford that camp and their friends they think are political with the rink director and the money flows, laundered, through the concession stand and tabs and kids' moms who love them but hate their fathers for driving their children through the madness for THEM."